The storm is coming, it is going to eat us
It is going to drink our blood and kill our love
We have to find a better place
A peaceful, pleasant, happy place
Where we can hide from the frightening storm
And be happy and free to do what we want
All over again
Just like it was before
The storm.

So I went to look for a place
I have been almost everywhere
Except from the place I wanted to find
The place where the truth really lyes
The GreenFields of heaven and even above
Where we can be happy and free to do what we want
All over again
Just like it was before
The storm.

The GreenFields of heaven, what a quiet place
Butterflys and Birds are flying
No one is ever dying
And the storm is searching us now
But it could never find us
And we are happy and free to do what we want
All over again
Just like it was before
The storm.

The time is up
The fields are running
We lost the war and fighting
The storm has found us
And now we die
GreenFields
Bye Bye.